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This evenings view in Hatchers Pass on the Little Susitna River. The cabins are remnants from a past lodge near this spot.
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One from the archives, reprocessed using my current workflow.
This bird flew very close past the boat I was in, so it was virtually frame filling. No idea how I managed to keep it all in the frame!
St Lucia, South Africa.
For a report on that weather affected trip, goto www.stephenburch.com/trips/sa/sa.htm
After I do not know how many days now I can sit here at the computer. Surely I missed many of your works, I'm sorry ...
I wanted to thank all my flickr friends for their greetings, wishes, comments and invitations to my previous images. Slowly I will return to my rhythm here until the end of the holidays ...
A year is ending and a new year approaches.
I wish everyone a peaceful holiday season and a New Year full of creativity and satisfaction, health, love, work etc ....
in short, as you say, "All the Best" !! :)
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... but still a joyful sight ;-))
(even after these unbearably hot months of summer)
Japanese Anemones / Herbstanemonen (Anemone japonica)
in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt
If you love them like I do, you'll find more anemones in my personal "from-spring-to-autumn" Anemone Collection.
A little girl seeks revenge. A real woman moves on while karma does her dirty work.
-----quotesgram.com
“So we found ourselves in an ancient place, the very air around us bound by chains.”
― Laura Kasischke, Space, in Chains
"Here's to the year past and friends who have left us. Here's to the present and the friends who are here. Here's to the New Year and the new friends who will join us." -Emily Post
Dresses: Right & Left - Cynful, Dove
Middle: Cynful, Odette
Hair: Doux
An older dwelling on the edge of Alnwick & its view to much newer infrastructure across the skyline.
A few snow shower clouds are heading our way to keep us dog-walker on our toes!
100x 2023 edition - Northumberland revisited - 8/100
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Not much snow on the ground so I decided to go through some pics from last winter I hadn't edited yet - 2/5/15.
Let's all think back on what brought us here
This is my grasp on what is real
Don't tell me how I feel
With all that's passed I can't relate
With myself from day to day
why does everything seem so far away
to me
There's no turning back from here
I've got to get away from everyone who's left
Everyone who's left
I'll tell the saddest story
Of how we made it through this past year
(Past year, past year...)
I'll tell the saddest story
Of how we made it through this past year
(Past year, past year...)
They said we'd walk away
You'll never make it if you can't speak for yourself
they said we'd fade away
We've all been down this path before
You're trapped in this town
And it wears you down
When we leave today then maybe you'll understand
This constant struggle isn't always in the palm of my hand
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtfHk2hSlqA
WICKED GAME by CHRIS ISAAK
FIREWORKS IN MY MIND
I feel that I could lose myself
within the warm fold of your arms
the intensity you feel for me
ignites fireworks in my mind
within the recess of my heart
where past love left a void
there's a burning river running through
lighting fireworks in my mind
it's scorching everything I touch
and coursing through my veins
I close my eyes and try to breathe
but still see fireworks in my mind
I feel myself falling deep
in the garden of my dreams
this burning love; intense white heat
creates fireworks in my mind
I walk along my empty beach
and try to stem the flow
I don't want to feel this way
with fireworks in my mind
it feels too much; explosive love
it consumes me with it's madness
somehow you got beneath my skin
caused fireworks in my mind
I'm weakening now as you grow close
but I'm less when you're not here
the coldness that ached and broke my bones
is gone with fireworks in my mind
I need to choose; to do things right
but it's harder when you're here
you took my heart and made it yours
lit fireworks in my mind
If I could choose and have it all
I'd tell you not to go
don't make me choose between the moon and you
with fireworks in my mind
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My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
This is a real working store at the Heritage museum. The attendant, an elderly man gets to relive history as the attendant of the store.
The store operated from 1915 to 1955.
Quaglietta (AV)
The history of Quaglietta begins when, to stop the Saracen incursions in the Sele Valley, it was decided to build 3 fortresses: Valva, Senerchia and Quaglietta, (which however at the time was called castrum Quallectae).
The first settlement was therefore a military fortress built on a rocky spur (284 m above sea level) to which a village was added over time.
The name has nothing to do with quails as many believe but with the ancient Latin name of the area or Acque electe which translates as pure water and refers to the richness and purity of the waters that flow in the area.
Although the town is closely linked to the municipalities of the Sele Valley belonging to the province of Salerno, it is part of the province of Avellino and is a fraction of the municipality of Calabritto.
The 1980 earthquake hit this town hard but it was renovated with great attention and today the ancient medieval village retains its ancient splendor and is a tourist attraction.
La storia di Quaglietta inizia quando per frenare le incursioni di saraceni nella Valle del Sele fu decisa la costruzione delle 3 fortezze: Valva, Senerchia e Quaglietta, (che però all'epoca si chiamava castrum Quallectae) .
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Il primo insediamento fu quindi una fortezza militare costruita su uno sperone roccioso (284 m sul livello del mare) a cui nel tempo si aggiunse un borgo.
Il nome non ha nulla a che fare con le quaglie come in molti credono ma con l'antico nome latino della zona ovvero Acque electe la cui traduzione è acqua pura e fa riferimento alla ricchezza e purezza delle acque che sgorgano in zona.
Pur essendo il paese strettamente legato ai comuni della Valle del Sele appartenenti alla provincia di Salerno fa parte della provincia di Avellino ed è una frazione del comune di Calabritto.
Il terremoto del 1980 ha colpito duramente questo paese che però è stato ristrutturato con grande attenzione e oggi l'antico borgo medievale conserva l'antico splendore ed è una attrazione turistica.
St. John the Baptist's Church (15th ct.) in Ribčev Laz on Lake Bohinj, Slovenia
Here, just by chance, we're caught, in the shade
staring, surprised, into eyes of the past
while watching the ducks as they circle the pond
It seems they are hands on a clock sweeping time
where silence is gentler,... because now we are friends
Today, on this bench, lost men will linger,
while waiting for nothing, and no place to go
Once we had claimed this 'our' place to hold hands,
planning a future that never began
Children we were with the world at command
I'm glad we aren't talking in circles, .. like then
Other children are playing in the rust afternoon,
zippered up tight, against winter wind
Talking of children..you tell me there's two
You show me a photo,…then, I share a few
I am all out of bread, as the sun starts to fade
taking away all the stains of the day
East of the bandstand shadows grow long,
falling in corners like memories do
We've learned to know twilight can be bittersweet
And taste what dim recall has only allowed
Goodbyes are said, and you then, kiss my cheek, ..
then you turn and you wave, as you are crossing the street
Left wondering now, where those lost men will go,
it worries my brow, what lost men will eat
A shadow of you, is still left in the park, …
of us holding hands, as it starts to get dark
I leave a few dollars here, on our bench
Checking my watch,… I will leave no regrets.
(While Feeding the Ducks by Carrie Richards)
momentary inspiration
chance determined operation
brutal scarred interpretation
analogical liberation
littletinperson
An old house that has been beautifully restored, the abbey of which parts have been ruined and others survived time, some signs of modern times, all in harmony in Malmesbury!